When shadows dance in quiet, silent flight,
And stars whisper secrets in the dark,
The world surrenders to the gentle might,
Of a universe wrapped in a velvet arc.

The moon, a guardian in the midnight sky,
Casts silver beams on dreams that lie,
Beneath the cover of the tranquil night,
Where mysteries wade and fears take flight.

In the heart of darkness, solace is found,
A refuge where the soul can softly weep,
The lullaby of night, a soothing sound,
Invites the weary mind to sleep.

Yet in the blackened void, a spark remains,
A quiet hope that dawn will break,
For even in the deepest, darkest veins,
The promise of the light does wake.